This last Saturday afternoon, the sun was weak in the battle against the chill of the shady side of the flea market, and J and I prefer more chic silhouettes for jackets than warm ones. In the great battle to do anything but work for the class that is hated by most everyone in our program, we window shopped under the guise of gift shopping. Both of us left empty-handed, save for a Shakespeare-themed light switch cover that I swear my friend will get a kick out of for her upcoming birthday. A better gift is in the works. For...